Tag: Grand Junction

  • bRICK the Big Lego Man, Grand Junction, Colorado

    bRICK the Big Lego Man, Grand Junction, Colorado

    He’s tall, yellow and handsome – please say hello to bRICK, an eight-foot Lego man who lives in Grand Junction, Colorado.

    Ooooh, what a stud!

    This towering toy boy welcomes visitors to the eBricks Lego shop, a true Aladdin’s cave full of blocks, playsets and minifigures. Come for the 2,000lb Lego gentleman, stay for the extensive collection of the world’s favourite plastic building toys.

    bRICK dominates 7th street, his cheeky grin and garish outfit transforming the sidewalk into a playbox of fun and frivolity. Standing before bRICK, that oversized ode to childhood, roles are reversed. The viewer becomes the toy, and the world feels just a little bit bigger – and more magical.

    I guess you could say he was the missing piece of downtown Grand Junction!

    “It’s created a buzz,” Kenneth Riskey, the eccentric owner eBricks, told an enchanted reporter from The Daily Sentinel. “It’s all ‘Ooo!’ and ‘Wow!’ and ‘That’s cool!’”

    This giant Lego man has proven to be a real brick-magnet. Not surprisingly, business is booming – and not just for the fine folk at eBricks.

    “Honestly, every like 10 or 15 minutes, I see people taking pictures with him. It’s a pretty epic sculpture,” chuckled Cole Rath, charismatic owner of Mountain Air Roasters, which is lucky enough to be next door to eBricks.

    bRICK may be a dream come true for blockheads, but building him was certainly not child’s play…

    If you build bRICK, they will come

    As the popularity of eBricks blossomed in the early-2020s, Kenneth dreamed of installing a set of giant Lego blocks outside the front door, to lure in yet more customers. But this build was too much even for a Lego master like him.

    And that’s when, by pure chance, Kenneth bumped into Brandon Sloan. Yes, that Brandon Sloan – the renowned blacksmith and enigmatic owner of Ironics Forge in nearby Dolores.

    Brandon built the bundle of bricks, and Kenneth was so delighted he decided it was time to go big. Well, sort of. He initially asked Brandon to build him a four-foot-tall Lego man and then, after mulling it over, told him to double it.

    That’s right – EIGHT FEET of grinning Lego man.

    Brandon, who was not just there for bricks ‘n’ giggles, carefully measured up a regular-sized Lego man. Then, using advanced mathematical algorithms that would make Pythagoras blush, he created a blueprint for an eight-foot-tall version.

    A blueprint that was juuuust different enough from Lego Movie‘s main character, Emmett, to avoid legal problems.

    The end result, Brandon promised, would be bRICK-tacular.

    The Sacred and Propane

    After scavenging metal from all over western Colorado, brave Brandon found an old propane tank that would serve perfectly as bRICK’s head, shoulders and oh-so-muscular arms.

    Erm, Brandon – isn’t that a bit dangerous?

    “You’re worried about blowing yourself up,” he shrugged afterwards.

    With the plans and materials in place, our fearless forger spent the next few months putting the big fella together.

    “The worst part was grinding. I ground on that for days and days and days,” Brandon wept. “Legos aren’t welded, they’re smooth. I ground and ground and ground and ground.”

    Well, they do say hard work keeps you grounded – teehee!

    When bRICK was finally in one piece, he was loaded onto the back of a truck, driven to Pro Powder Coatings in Grand Junction, and slathered in glossy automotive enamel paint.

    “I was surprised at how much detail they did in the paint,” Brandon yipped excitedly. “It’s one of the coolest, biggest public things I’ve done, but the paint really made it.”

    Sounds like you had a brush with greatness, buddy!

    When bRICK was finally unveiled one sunny day in August, 2022, his admirers were lined up around the block to see him. After snuggling in for a cuddle with this joyous behemoth, most didn’t wanna lego!

    “I called him the Legolith,” Brandon reminisced afterwards. “It was so stinking big!”

    Kenneth Riskey, however, couldn’t believe his wildest dreams had come true. He had the store. He had the customers. And now, he had a large Lego man of his very own.

    “It’s so much fun,” Kenneth grinned, ushering another group of Lego-heads into his shop.

    You’ve built quite a Lego-cy, Kenny!

    The Brickman Cometh

    As I was admiring bRICK, I was approached by a vibrantly-dressed ghost from my past – Ryan McNaught. You might know him as Brickman, bad boy of the international Lego scene and co-host of the hit show Lego Masters Australia.

    I know him as the man who shattered my dreams.

    During season two of the popular program, Brickman made some pithy comments about a Lego dinosaur I’d lovingly constructed, then unceremoniously dumped me from the show. I haven’t touched a Lego brick since.

    “I suppose you’re here to apologise,” I sniffed.
    “Bigs, I’m actually here to see bRICK,” he grinned.

    “So you step on my soul and then swagger back into my life like nothing happened?”
    “Bigs,” Brickman blubbered, tears cascading down his cheeks, “my heart weeps every time I send someone home from Lego Masters – and what happened to you left me shuddering for days. But please understand that I have my responsibilities as a TV host. Your dinosaur was quirky and charismatic, but it lacked the technical precision of the other builds.”

    Brickman’s words stung, but they made sense. He didn’t have a vendetta against me, he was simply doing his job. With bRICK grinning down at us, we embraced, and a decade of unresolved tension lifted.

    “Brickman,” I sobbed, “can I take you to breakfast to make up for all these years of detesting you?”
    “That would be delightful, Bigs,” he blubbered. “I’d love a couple of slices of crusty sourdough toast, slathered in avocado and salmon.”
    “Erm, I was talking about Breakfast – you know, the giant apple statue down the street.”

    Silence descended upon us.

    “So I can expect a grovelling phone call from Hamish?” I asked sheepishly.
    “Gosh, no!” Brickman chuckled. “He thought it was hilarious when you got kicked off the show!”

  • Breakfast, Grand Junction, Colorado

    Breakfast, Grand Junction, Colorado, United States

    Feeling famished after a long morning spent searching for Colorado’s Big Things? Then pop into one of Grand Junction’s world-class cafés for a sumptuous plate of jalapeño eggs benedict.

    But if you’re hungry for a thought-provoking art piece that will touch your soul, head to the corner of Main and 7th. There you’ll find Breakfast, a delicious effigy of an apple that shall satiate any appetite.

    Created by local artiste Terry Burnett, who lives in (where else?) Fruita, this scrumptious morsel is a comical homage to the local fresh produce industry. With its garish colours and surreal juxtaposition against the buzzing traffic, Breakfast has become the apple of many a Coloradan eye.

    At the core of it, however, Breakfast provides a scathing critique of overconsumption. Pear – oops, I mean peer! – towards the base of the attraction to find an ant, eyes bugging out of his head, fresh from gorging himself on an apple many times his own size.

    Known to his admirers as António (not to be confused with the Portuguese scallywag I bumped into in North Queensland – boy, was he a bad apple!) this critter has become the unofficial mascot of Grand Junction. Suck on that, bRICK!

    Whilst not as large as other creepy crawlies such as The Big Spider and The Black Ant, António’s unabashed enthusiasm for binge eating should be an inspiration to us all.

    After all, it’s just as American as apple pie!

    A Big Apple A Day…

    I was so aroused by António’s gastrological antics, in fact, that I headed into the nearest greasy spoon and ordered everything on the menu. As plate after plate of apple crumble and apple turnovers landed before me, I regaled the other diners with my vast knowledge of oversized apples.

    “There are many other Big Apples spread across the United State – although none, curiously, located in New York,” I told anyone within earshot, before ladling more apple strudel down my gullet. “You may also want to trot over to Australia, where you’ll have a fruitful experience tracking down Big Apples in Batlow, Balhannah, Acacia Ridge, Darkes Forest, Yerrinbool and Tallong. I could go on and on, but I’d hate to upset the apple cart.

    “By the way, are you going to finish that apple fritter?”

    I’m now dealing with a fairly serious eating disorder and life-altering cholesterol, but that’s a small price to pay to experience Coloradan hospitality.

    Well, they do say breakfast is the most important meal of the day!

  • Chrome on the Range 2, Grand Junction, CO

    Chrome on the Range II, Grand Junction, Colorado, United States

    Oh give me a home, where a Big Buffalo roams. Where a Big Lego Man and Big Ant like to plaaaaaaaaay. Well, pardner, it looks like your new home is Grand Junction, Colorado, a leafy oasis that’s just bursting with beautiful Bigs.

    It’s right there in the name – they don’t call it Small Junction, after all!

    Mosey on down the quirky main street, past the eccentric coffee shops selling kiln-roasted lattes, and you will stop, mesmerised, before a gleaming beast of epic proportions. This, my friend, is Chrome on the Range II, a 7ft-tall buffalo pieced together from shiny chrome bumper bars.

    The chrome critter was crafted by Aspen artiste Lou Wille, as the centrepiece of the town’s Art on the Corner initiative. The United Bank, where he was to be placed, took the bull by the horns and tipped in $20,000, with enthusiastic locals matching that effort. He was installed in 1989.

    ‘Chromey’ stands as a monument to a nation in a state of flux. The untamed past collides with a corporate present. The wild west meets offbeat small-town charm. Brazen yet bashful, vulgar yet wistful, this artwork offers a nostalgic look at the beating heart of America.

    As his name suggests, Chrome on the Range II was based on a similar attraction – known as Chrome on the Range I – located a few hours drive away at the John Denver Sanctuary. It’s a rare case where the sequel is even more incredible the original.

    I do think, however, they missed a trick by not naming him Chrome on the Range II: Chrome Harder.

    There’s No Place Like Chrome

    With Chrome on the Range II inviting a higher calibre of tourist into town, Grand Junction evolved into a bohemian enclave. Sadly, like the buffalo that once roamed these pastures, these halcyon days of economic prosperity were driven away by the endless march of time.

    A number of banks occupied the building behind Chromey, before the most recent said, “bye, son!” and abandoned it a couple of years ago. The Big, Shiny Buffalo, once an ode to the American dream, now serves as a melancholy meditation on economic and social decay.

    But wipe away those tears, because this overgrown cow will stand proudly on the corner of Main and 4th for-heifer.

    “Nobody needs to worry,” bellowed Sarah Dishong, project coordinator for Downtown Grand Junction, amid rising concern. “The buffalo has been here for decades and is a part of our permanent collection. The piece isn’t going anywhere.”

    So grab a tumeric mocha and spend a moment beside this perfectly-polished buffalo. Look into his big, knowing eyes. Rub his bulbous head. Kiss his glossy, yet mournful, cheek. Sit, cross-legged beneath his learning tree, and allow the history of the United States to wash over you.

    Of course, some ‘haters’ claim that Chromey doesn’t count as a Big, because he’s not much larger than a regular bison – but I say that’s a load of bull!